Emotional Tingle episode 28

EMOTIONAL TINGLE
(The Mind Reader)
Episode 28
:Strictly for age
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Written by Author Nath
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Books are finite, s-xual encounters are finite, but the desire to read books and to have sx is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears and our hopes for peace. Though they may not had shown it, but the desire to have sx burned in Crucifix and Margaret as both grinned joyfully in her room. Of course anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that s-xual energy comes into play before sx even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn’t s-x, but the passion with which it is practiced is the ultimate. When the passion is intense, then sx joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principle aim.

On the floor of the room to the bed of the young beautiful damsel who had just turned sixteen were different sizes of birthday gifts, packaged in different colours of foils. Margret seated on the edge of her bed. Viewing from her feet, she had sparkling shinny sneakers and an ash colour tight jean trousers which she knotted with a belt just above her waist before the visibility of her light skin abdomen. Viewing from that point again, a white crop-top which had her bre-sts and shape of her bra, lining over it brought out her most voluptuous feminine attraction. Two circular bold earrings dangled around her ears even though her long hair was an obstacle to the harmonic motion. Lastly, her l-ips glowed tantalizingly over a shinny wetl¡ps. Oh, what a beauty to behold.

Beside Margret was Crucifix in suit. His afro never added or reduced, well trimmed and carved. The young boy never took his eyes off Margret too. Looking at her alone, gives him a complete peace and a sense of nonsense; like nothing else matters to him in this world. Suddenly, he brought out a small black box. To Margret, it seemed like the young boy was about to propose to her, so she asked immediately, “What’s in the box, Crucifix?”

He handed the box to her. “Open it.” he said.

Margret’s opened the box to see a sparkling diamond necklace. “Wow!” she exclaimed.

“Happy birthday, bay girl.” Crucifix grinned.

“Thank you so much. It’s beautiful!” she looked at him. “Let me guess, it’s from gambling money. You need to stop that shit, Crucifix. You don’t have to impress me with this. All I want is you.” she placed a hand on his cheek which he removed and k-issed warmly.

“I promise to do just as you’ve said.” he said faintly. “Let me help you with that.” he took the necklace and wore it for her as both looked at each other’s grinning face then k-issed. “You’re sixteen now. Say goodbye to dolls and toys.” Crucifix hilariously added.

She chuckled and lowered her head shyly. Crucifix stood up. With his hands in the pockets of his trouser, he walked towards the standing mirror of the girl, seeing his image and seeing Margret standing up too.

“What’s the problem, Crucifix?” she asked from behind.

Without turning back, he replied, staring at himself on the mirror. “Margret, I want you to understand the extent I love you and also, that I’ve made terrible decisions in my life which I’m not proud of. Trust me, loving you is not one of them.” he finally turned, staring at the girl’s face. “I want to know if you have my back, if you’re down with me no matter what and If you really feel what I feel for you.” he concluded.

Margret stepped closer to him. “I may not totally wrap up the point you’re trying to make, but I know my heart and I know it beats for you.” she placed a hand on his cheek again. Crucifix removed it for the second time and placed it on his chest, slid her hair, saying, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Margret smiled. “You said that some weeks ago.” she replied as both gradually brought their l-ips together and locked it with a k-iss. As it went on, Crucifix’ hands moved down to her h¡ps, feeling both the smooth softness of the h¡ps and the rough texture of the jean. On the same hand, Margret robbed her hands from his chest, to his shoulder under the suit which she gently pulled off, leaving the young boy with a clean white shirt. She began to unbutton it while Crucifix’ hand retired from her h¡ps to her bre-sts where the softness tripled, yet the k-iss never stopped. Margret succeeded in removing the shirt, dragged his singlet up and removed it too. Also, Crucifix did same to her top to see her bre-sts well filled in the black bra. Slowly, he unbutton it and had it flop on the floor, once again, beholding the full size of her ni-ples. The k-iss continued more passionately as Crucifix wrapped her hands around her and carried her up to the edge of the bed where he hurriedly pulled her shoes, unbutton her belt and dragged the jean off, leaving a black pant on her waist. He wanted to unbutton his belt too but heard Margret’s voice.

“No, wait.” she sat up. “I think it’s my turn to undress you.” she said, smiling likewise Crucifix who watched her drag down his trouser. Of course Margret felt his er×¢ted d××k in the process which she couldn’t wait to see, so, she, at the same time, pulled off his boxers to see the full er×¢tion of a nearly eighteen year old boy. That was her first time of seeing it physically except on the internet.

The d××k stood horizontally er×¢t like an angry cane of their teacher reader to lash it on his buttocks. Margret gently grabbed it, feeling the warmness and veins around it. Quickly, Crucifix began to k-iss her again, so passionately that their breath went loud in the room. He carried her again to the inner part of the bed where he laid on her, k-issing and r-omancing every erogenous zone of her body……. (brb)
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Meanwhile, in the living room where the party went on, Emmanuel observed that Raina’s attention was divided as both legs were never useless on the dancing floor. The girl steadily looked at Margret’s door. She seriously had the feelings that both were making out which, of course, was true.

“Raina, Raina!” Emmanuel called back her attention. “What’s it? You’ve been staring at the door.”

She swallowed hærd. “Can I have something to drink, please?” she requested.

“Alright, I’ll have one of Margret’s friends bring a bottle for you.” Emmanuel turned to call on Alice but Raina’s voice stopped him.

“Not this drink I’m seeing around.” she had said. “I mean another drink that is a little bit shaky.”

“Raina, if you’re talking about alcohol or beer, I don’t think it’s a good idea here.”

“Please.” the girl charmed him with her innocent cute face.

“Alright, I’ll get a bottle for you down the street.”

“Thank you. I’ll be waiting.”

Both disengaged. As Emmanuel was walking out so was Raina going to the dinning room where other girls ate and drank. Suddenly, she turned, surging to an empty stool at the corner of the living room where she sat down alone, looking at all the girls and boys from Kenny High School, drinking, eating and dancing to the beat of a music from a home theater. Within a twinkle of an eye, Emmanuel returned with a bottle of beer. Raina waved at him, so he located her and handed the bottle to her.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Never been sure of anything in my life.” she replied, watching as the boy opend the drink for her. “Thank you.” she drank a large quantity of it and twisted her face to the bitter taste of the drink.

Emmanuel smiled. “I guess it’s your first time of taking beer.” He sat down on the floor, just very close to her. “So tell me, why?”

Raina remained mute, still drinking in large quantity.

“Is it because Crucifix is with Margret?” Emmanuel was still inquisitive. “You love him, don’t you.” he looked at her, yet Raina never said a word……
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s-x is an emotion in motion. Definitely, Crucifix and Margaret’s emotions were in motion at the moment, having the best pleasure from the k-iss and r-omance because good s-x is like good bridge. If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand to cross the bridge. Let me pretend as if you don’t know what I’m talking about but Margret was about to cross the bridge, of course, with a partner.

Swiftly, Crucifix pulled her pant off which was wetter than her mouth. The boy slowly had her legs spread, struggling to pass his d××k into her vagina after locating it. Already, Margret had grabbed the bedsheets tightly with her eyes closed and mouth wide open, letting out a sound she couldn’t explain. Suddenly, she m-0aned, “Aaahh.. Aahhh.. mmmm… oooh.. Aaahh..” Obviously, Crucifix was getting his way into her little by little untill he began to stroke in and out gently. Margret left the bedsheet and wrapped her hands around him. She held him very tight that she never thought she’d let him go in the next twenty-four hours. The feelings she got from the boneless and flexible d××k that was going in and out her vagina was multiple, hence unexplainable: She felt pain, pleasure, shock and satisfaction, all rolled into one. Pain as Crucifix withdrew and thrust over and over again past the soreness of her newly opened womanhood. Pleasure because it was more wonderful, more exhilirating than any other sænsati0n she had ever experienced. Shock because she had not expected such a deep and vigorous and prolonged invasion of her body. Satisfaction because now, before it was too late, he was her lover. Because she would always be able to remember him as her lover forever.

Wow, only one thing could make a girl pass through this bridge with a partner, and the answer of that one thing is love, but while you are waiting for the answer, s-x raises some pretty good questions difficult to answer.

Nevertheless, the girl m-0aned like never before, yet never let go of the boy until it was over after several minutes. Crucifix collapsed on her as both listened to their heartbeat, breathing as if just completed two hundred meters race. He rolled over to her side, lying naked just like she was. One could see sp×rms sprinkled from Margaret’s vulva to her waist even on the bedsheets which also had some blood stain on it.

Crucifix turned to her. “I love you, Margret.” he said.

She face him too. “I love you too, Crucifix.” she caressed his cheek then smiled. Sooner did she see the blood stain on the bedsheets then gasped. “My God, I need to change the bedsheet. My nanny might see it.” She climbed down likewise Crucifix.

“She’s the one washing it. So she will see it eventually.” he said.

Margret stared at him, reasoning what he said. “Oh, God, I’m finished!” she exclaimed.

“You can still tell her it’s your menstrual flow.”

“Good idea. You never told me you’re a bad ass negga, wood chopper.” Both giggled. Just then, a knock came from the door.

“Margret?” Eda called from outside.

“Speaking of the devil.” Margret hurriedly dragged down the bedsheets. “Go, go to the bathroom!” she whispered….
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However, Raina had become drunk. She managed to stand from the stool without Emmanuel’s help whom she refused to say any other thing to.

“Raina, take it easy, you’re drunk.” Emmanuel finally held her arm. “Should I take you home?”

“I wanna use the rest room first.” she replied.

“Okay,” Emmanuel looked up to see Eda at Margret’s door. “That’s Margret’s nanny. She’ll show you the visitors’ rest room.” she pointed at her.

Raina, unnoticed, staggered to her. “Hey, ma. Where is the visitor’s rest room?”

Eda’s attention left from the door when she turned to Raina. “Girl, are you drunk? And who gave you…”

“Where is it?” Raina interrupted her.

“The second door by the left down the hall.” Eda directed with her finger pointing at a direction.

Raina’s absence made Emmanuel realize that he came to the party with his friend, Linda, so he began to roam his eyes in search of her without the knowledge that she was also in the visitors’ rest room which had a shower, a WC and larg volume to ratio.

Linda leaned on the walls of the room with her pant strapped down on her feed. A hand held her gown up to her chest while the other hand stimulated her erogenous zone. She stroke her vulva and clitoris rigorously, m-0aning silently with her heads up and eyes closed. She was actually crossing her own bridge with her hand not with a partner. Just before reaching orgasm, Raina barged in. Quickly, she released her gown which flopped down immediately to cover her nakedness but was too late to drag her pant up. Raina closed the door as both stared at each other.

“I’m sorry, but is alright.” Raina began, grinning like a drunk cat “I won’t tell anyone. Of course is what most of us do.” she staggered to the WC, dragged down her trouser and pant then sat on it as she continued. “You know, my mum once told me that we have high s-xual drive at our age, but we should try to control it. So I guess masturbation is part of the control she talked about.” she chuckled on her own words. “Funny, right?”

Linda didn’t reply as she stared at her.

Raina sat up after urinating, cleaned herself up and dragged up her trouser too. “You know what? I’m just gonna leave so you can continue having fun.” she chuckled again.

“You said you won’t tell anybody?” Linda found her voice.

“Come on, girl. How can I bring up such a thing to someone. We’re not men that discuss about it among themselves. I don’t even know who you are.”

“What if i do this..” Linda walked to her and gently k-issed her. “Will you tell anyone?” she asked.

Raina became mute, staring into her eyes with those red alcoholic eyes. Linda took her quietness as a permission to continue then began to k-iss her again.

Damn! What was going on? Was Linda actually into girls or what? I mean she suppose to be Crucifix’ peace of mind, whatever Obiageri meant by that. Gush, Crucifix still has a long way to go in knowing more about Linda which he didn’t want to for any reason as far as Margret is concern….
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Meanwhile, Crucifix and Margaret had come out from the room well dressed, pretending as if nothing happened, but Alice and Rose could tell as they stole glances from Margret, grinning sheepishly.

“Alright, let’s leave the dance floor for the celebrant!” A male student shouted and supported by others. Just as that was getting into play, Raina staggered out of the rest room with Linda behind her. Crucifix sighted them. He ignored Linda and walked to Raina, seeing the way she was behaving.

“Raina, what… are you drunk? Who gave you..”

“She requested for it.” Emmanuel arrived. “I have to take her home.” he held her by the arms. “Linda, wait for me. Let me go drop her. I’ll be back.” he added.

However, Margret monitored them from the dance floor. She could see how Crucifix looked at Raina. To her, it wasn’t ordinary. She inhaled and averted her eyes from them. She just didn’t want to think towards that angle over a boy she just gave her v×rgiπity to. Nevertheless, as Emmanuel and Raina was going out, Linda passed Crucifix, saying, “Hi, Cross.”

“Hi, Linda.” he replied and adjusted his suit.
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The day had beginning to get dark when Emmanuel arrived at Nelson’s. He held Raina until both entered into the house to see only the mother in the living room. The woman stood up instantly.

“Raina, what happened? Wait.. are you drunk? Why would Margret bring alcohol on her…”

“Margret didn’t” Emmanuel interrupted her. “She requested for it and I bought it from the street for her. I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

“Is okay,” the woman waved her hand for him to stop. “Raina, go to your room until your father comes back and hear about this.”

“You mean the drug dealer of a husband you married?” Raina’s voice came from the base of the staircase. Her words shocked her mother who became confused at the same time.

“Raina, what did you just say?” She took a few steps forward.

“Your husband is a drug dealer and wanted Crucifix dead, probably because he found out his true identity. That’s why he had his food poisoned.”

Stunned, Mrs. Nelson glanced at Emmanuel then back to her daughter speechlessly as Raina continued with a drunk voice. “You think such thing will be swept under the carpet just like that and everybody will pretend as if nothing happened?! I love Crucifix, mum, you know that, and.. and.. your husband wanted him dead.” she began to shed tears. “I love him! I love him! I really love him. It’s so painful he must marry Margret because of lovcilia. I love him so much, mum.” she totally broke into serious tears.

Yet, the mother was still speechless likewise Emmanuel. Just then, the father walked in. “What’s going on here?” he asked.

“Look at him!” Raina sluggishly pointed at him. “You married a drug dealer but you don’t know. I guess you’re not f-cking him well because you need to f-ck sense into him every night.” she finally staggered up, leaving everyone stunned.

Jeeez! How did Raina know all this?
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TO BE CONTINUED FROM FLASH BACK PROBABLY.